remember

picking you up from econolodge hotel after my birthday dinners i attended.

going to walmart and buying the junk food we barely even ate.

getting to my empty house at about 10:30 and making your scrumptious mac and cheese you're so good at preparing.

eating it while watching Paper Hearts and slowly letting our eyes get heavy.

looking at each other, rubbing our heads, claiming how we're old women. how we're always tired extremely early.

chip dog.

waking up dozens of times in the night, suffocatingly hot.

waking up; 'no laughing in the morning' with sleepy smiles smeared across our faces

walking into my kitchen and making orange cinnamon rolls - 8 of them.

sitting on my couch for 2 hours, eating every single one of our cinnamon rolls, watching america's next top model like i do every saturday of my life.

finally putting on jeans and our hoodies to go get the valentines day cake for my parents who were out of town. we slept alone in my empty house.

making a pit stop at atomic pop?

getting back and not wanting to stay inside because it was 55 degrees that day.

back in my car, drive to your house.

go to the beadery. take pictures with diana, chitty chat with theresa.

a woman asked if i was reese's sister.

crawl back into monica, sip from the big white cup we filled with water.

drive.

decide to go knock on the door of the four-story house we've always admired.

we just ran out of scooby snacks............ we ate all 1o.

pull into the driveway of that house. park my car.

it's an apartment building sort of house. they all share a main door. the one that was swung wide open. there was a porch swing, and you kept telling me you thought the house was haunted.

approach the door, knock, ring the doorbell. no one answers. maybe another day.

leaving, turning onto berry -

"he's cute.... TAYLOR!"

following him, honking and smiling in our big sunglasses. yours made of antique glass, mine reflective. you gave them to me.

driving baaaackkk and forrrttth watching him wash his car. we had so much time, why not creep on him? we did this about 6 times to be exact.

finally deciding to go to our first mcdonalds pee break of the day.

afterwards deciding that we need to go to the asian market in the city.

stop for gas and squishies as my brother always calls them.

driving up there with the windows down, wind through our hair.

meeting kyler in the parking lot.

walking through the market at all of the colors, all of the pushy people, all of the duck heads and pork hearts. the cooked octopus.

kyler tried to get the little pores to suction to his finger, haha.

leaving, we followed kyler to his house in yukon to get the presents he had for you.

'just 15 minutes away.'

?

30 minutes later, arriving at his house, you get a bracelet with a little red bird sewn on.

he was late for church.

we headed back to norman after our second mcdonalds pee break of the day.

in the midst of driving, we get a call from michael. he's with kathleen and graham.

dinner in bricktown with all of them. ryan josh graham kathleen gab michael you me.

chilenos.

after dinner and conversation,

gab asking kathleen about her tattoo on her ankle,

we leave.

we walk back to my car we paid 8 dollars to park.

michael follows me in his little orange mustang to the gas station.

we pee. again.

you get in his car and we depart for the first time in 24 hours.

he takes you home safely on I-35.

I drive right on through to noble to meet kayla - colby's girlfriend.

in terri's kitchen, my phone breaks. drops to the floor and the screen is fried. it's okay, just a phone.

follow zac and kayli back to their house to get the blackberry.

my eyes are so heavy. i'm weary.

kayli and i go to walmart and buy redvines and a valentines card.

we drive back.

i'm home by 12.

i don't remember falling asleep.

i don't remember getting into bed.

i remember him telling me that celia approves. who's celia?